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. WITH THE WREN? AND
WHAT BUSINESS MIGHT THAT BE?
The squirrel wasn't sure, and said so. Again he felt
confused and uncomfortable. He remembered thinking the
night before that the wren meant something to him. Now,
though, when he tried to recall what it might be, he could
not. His attempts to remember were as distressing as his
dreams had been.
The cat padded silently across the room and leaped easily
onto the table. When the squirrel scolded and skittered to
the back of his cage, the tabby only yawned and smiled.
EASY, SQUIRREL, EASY. He eyed the squirrel closely,
and this time the squirrel had the impression that he was
not being considered as dinner. After a moment the tabby
twitched his tail and murmured, I THOUGHT - MAYBE -
BUT I SUPPOSE NOT. YOU'RE JUST A SQUIRREL,
AREN'T YOU?
I - I GUESS SO, responded the squirrel, THOUGH
SOMETIMES I DON'T QUITE FEEL LIKE ONE. MAYBE
IT'S JUST THAT I'M TRAPPED IN HERE, AND I HATE
IT. I SHOULD BE GRATEFUL, I SUPPOSE, THAT
THERE ARE BARS BETWEEN YOU AND ME, YOU
BEING AS HUNGRY AS YOU ARE ALL THE TIME - OH!
WELL, I DIDN'T MEAN ANY OFFENSE, OF COURSE -
OF COURSE, the cat murmured.
I DIDN'T REALLY, BUT YOU ARE A CAT AND LAMA
SQUIRREL, AND YOU CATS DO HAVE A TASTE FOR
SQUIRRELS FROM TIME TO TIME AND -
I AM NOT A CAT
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